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The Art of Moving or Relocation, I Swear I'll Never Do This Again

Hello. I’m back. From where? Nowhere, really. I just haven’t been in the mood to rant, rave, entertain or write. Today, I’ll make the exception. I have been very busy. After thirteen years, I sold my house and moved out of Philadelphia to the ‘burbs. I still work in Center City. So, I commute to Philadelphia every day via an hour-long train ride (twice the distance and time as before) and still deal with the same assholishness that is Philadelphia and Philadelphians. As I believe in the scientific principle of magnetism (Opposites attract), I must be a magnet for assholes and shitheads. (Because we know, I’m no asshole.) Unfortunately, I continue to meet up with the like still. Just a new bunch. Suburban assholes. Well, enough about that.

I knew with my move and downsizing that I would have to be rid of a lot of excess furniture, etc. And most of my stuff is less than ten years old, good quality and in very good condition. I thought a Yard Sale might bring me a few dollars. I advertised the Sale on Craig’s List and Facebook. (Print media is dead and a waste of money. My girlfriend disagrees. She may have been correct.)

A one day Yard Sale on a Saturday.

Result: No one came.

Stuck with a lot of STUFF, I was about to panic because I had less than two weeks to get rid of all this STUFF. Calling around to places that take donations of large items and STUFF, I found that you needed at least two weeks because everyone was donating their unwanted STUFF to these charitable organizations, en masse. Well, ain’t that a fine “How-do-you-do”? Because their schedule couldn’t fit mine and vice versa, I still needed an outlet.

I say “a lot of STUFF” because when you move from a three bedroom into a one bedroom with no storage, you’ve got a lot of STUFF. I decided to try the Letgo app. I had some success in the past. And they have the added feature of listing items for FREE. Lo and behold, (do people still talk like that?), when you list things as FREE, the interest piques and people come out of the woodwork. I had, easily, a half dozen inquiries and several of these people committed to taking my once prized possessions. What went you ask? (A bit nosy and presumptuous of you.) 


Here’s a list:
  • ·         Queen size bed/mattress/frame, etc.
  • ·         Bookcase
  • ·         Special made CD/DVD case that stood 7 feet tall
  • ·         Coffee table
  • ·         Microwave with cart
  • ·         Dining Room table and 4 chairs
  • ·         Snow blower
  • ·         Cabinets (IKEA) (3)
  • ·         TV Entertainment cabinet (also, IKEA)
  • ·         Vacuum cleaner
  • ·         Tons of other STUFF, too small and immaterial to mention, but you got the gist.

By closing, I got rid of just about everything. It was on closing day when the last went, the Dining set and Entertainment cabinet. Alas, it was all gone. The house was cleaned-out, cleaned-up and ready for the new owners to take control and make it their own, as I did. I shed not a tear. I have very little attachment to physical things. I tell my girlfriend that all the time. I don’t need any more STUFF. Don’t buy me Christmas and Birthday presents; Give me lovin’. Lots of lovin’ would be appreciated over more STUFF. I can buy my own STUFF when the time arrives. Now, of course, if you’re a friend or relative, you can buy me CAKE. I love cake. The happy ending to this adventure is despite the Yard Sale failure, I somehow made a few hundred bucks. I believe if I lived in a “Ritzier” part of Philadelphia, I may have gotten more interest. But when you live in Mayfair, people yawn and go on to the next Yard Sale advert.

Now, I have been in my new place about three weeks. And of course, I needed to buy some new STUFF. See below for the new clutter I have added to the existing clutter. These are not actual photos, but the online photos. Actual STUFF may look STUFFier than shown here. Ta-ta for now. I’ll be back. I’ve a got a few ideas rolling around in my head that are just dying to be spewed onto these electronic pages.




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